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“TK, you have to rest,” Carlos sighed as he found TK standing up in the living room. He had turned his back for barely two seconds to grab some water. “Sit back down on the couch.”
“Babe, I feel fine,” TK insisted.
“I don’t doubt that you feel fine,” Carlos said, walking over and resting a hand on TK’s shoulder. “The doctors told you to rest for a few days though.”
TK grinned at Carlos and began to inch away. “You can’t make me.”
“TK…” Carlos warned lightly. TK continued to walk away from Carlos, his grin getting wider.
“Babe, please come rest.”
“Nope, I'm going to get on my exercise bike.”
“Tyler Kennedy, absolutely not,” Carlos protested. Carlos slipped behind TK and wrapped his arms around him, trapping TK’s arms down.
“Heyyyy,” TK pouted, trying to wiggle his way out of Carlos’s grip without success.
“You need to rest. I won’t let you go until you promise to go rest on the couch.”
“What if I want to go rest in bed,” TK countered.
“TK-” Carlos sighed, knowing his boyfriend was just messing with him.
“Okay, okay. I promise,” TK said with a laugh. “You can let go of me now.”
Carlos hooked his chin over TK’s shoulder and kissed his cheek. “ Can I let you go? Or are you going to run…”
TK huffed a laugh and relaxed into Carlos’s embrace as Carlos began to gently sway them back and forth. “Baby, I’m not going to run. You think I’m strong enough for that?”
Carlos laughed and loosened his grip on TK. “Okay. Good. Now come lay down.”
“Fine,” TK grumbled.
They walked over the couch, but not without TK swaying on his feet and nearly falling into Carlos’s arms.
“Hey, hey, are you okay? Do you need to lie down? Water? Something else? Talk to me,” Carlos worried.
“Carlos, baby, breathe,” TK said, resting a hand on Carlos’s chest and rubbing his thumb back and forth. “I’m fine.”
Carlos let out a long breath and shook his head. TK was going to be the death of him. Once TK was situated on the couch once again, Carlos draped a blanket over top of him.
“I’m not cold. Not hypothermic anymore, remember?”
“Oh this isn’t to keep you warm,” Carlos responded.
TK paused for a moment. “Then what are you doing?”
“Wrapping you up like a burrito so that you can’t escape,” Carlos said with a smile.
“Wha- hey! No fair!”
“TK, I can’t have you running all over the house while you’re recovering. I need you to rest and let me take care of things for you.”
“Carlos,” TK protested with a groan, sitting up in an attempt to unwrap himself from his blanket encasement. Carlos just pushed him back onto the couch with a small shove. “I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”
“I know you are,” Carlos said, burying a hand in TK’s hair and scratching his scalp gently. “But if you can rest, you should. Let me take care of you. I took a few days off of work anyways.”
TK’s expression grew softer as he took in what Carlos was saying. “Okay.”
“Okay?” Carlos asked for confirmation.
TK nodded and smiled. “I’ll try to be better about it. I can’t promise to stay bed-ridden all day long, but I’ll try.”
“Thank you babe,” Carlos said, kissing TK softly.